All English Sonnets
There lives in me somewhere a little boy,
Who loves a man without a regular daily wage.
And without any guile or any ploy
Is happy with his lot in middle ok.
I have a stereotypical image
Of such an unimaginable man,
I often look at it in deep amaze,
and often wonder if a human can
So choose deliberately to live,
On whatsoever lightly he can carry.
Incredibly I like to so believe,
And still be healthy, hearty, hale and merry.
There is a boy who still resides in me
And such an rageless man we desire to be.